Стихотворение - Трагедия 22 июня 2004 года - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On a dark night, when the muezzins called people to prayer, when the heat settled along with the dust, they entered the city like a flock / Without names, without surnames, without ranks, without doubts and without a shudder, they progressively killed as if this was their calling.

The roar of shots, the smell of gunpowder and flashes of sticky horror in the sky hung over the city mixed with mobile hubbub, every hour of waiting for the terrible, every shot - a broken fate and the eyes of the executioner are the stern and empty eyes of the murdered.

Five hours with a machine gun covered in soot, on this endlessly long night, five hours with the hope of help, but cut off by an invisible line. And the hopelessness of the situation fell like a haze on our consciousness, our hearts ached with anticipation and hope gave way to despair.

Now a bloody dawn illuminated the horizon, everything became quiet and the smoke cleared, the timid voice of the mullah calls to prayer those who survived and those who hoped. This day will become a day of irreparable losses and a prologue to immeasurable cruelty, and terror will be answered with terror and they will forget about honor and conscience